Tickled down the merciless pathway
Feeling within its walls was all but numbness
Allowed the pleasure to feel no more
Found itself once in such familiar hostility

Perhaps extinguished was sorrow at death's claws face;
forever engulfed in its deepest, darkest depth
Perhaps comfort lost was found;
but this conjunction who would know?

Muffled beneath the baffled pillow
heard the condition of the heart
Such infinity who could grasped 
but Him whose blood was shed

Revelations 21:4
"He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning 

or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away" 


By Christin 
Written on 21/5/98